Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's
Oh hell, he go again talking that shit
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern player
I heard it's not where you're from but you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you but how much you spent
You got me like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that same that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Donnel locked up in prison

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and grits and all that shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral
To the female gender, nothin better
Let me know it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about others say and get gone
The alienators we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice a preach ain't no lie
be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get reply?
Now say

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
And if you like fish and grits and all pimp shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you don't care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit my nigga be in school
Thinking about the album at the Dungeon shooting pool
E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
a lot of problems around being frustrated
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
you made the B team
And the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The world's a stage and got to play their part
God works in ways so when he starts
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere this here
No or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war

Now throw your in the air
And 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you don't care
And if you fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer